Chapter 70

***Ronan point of view***

The cursed forest called to me like a siren song.

I stood at the edge of the treeline, my hands pressed against the invisible barrier that kept me from entering. The magic felt like glass against my skin, smooth, unbreakable, humming with power that made my teeth ache. The trees leaned unnaturally toward the sky, their bark pulsing like veins beneath diseased skin. Even birds avoided this place, no chirps, no rustling, just silence that ...